I finish dressing quickly and circle back to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. By the time I’m ready to leave, I almost feel like myself again.

Almost.

Chapter 19

Shiloh

I’m an unforgivable coward. Instead of having a conversation with Monroe and Broderick like a mature adult, I slipped out of the bedroom while they were still sleeping. I even go so far as to beg Iris to take my shift in the Amazon territory for me today.

She gives me a sympathetic look as she pours herself a cup of coffee in a to-go mug. “Sorry, Shiloh. I have some stuff going on, and I can’t move it. Maddox got a little anal with the assignments and shifting them now will cause problems.”

She’s right. I know she’s right. There’s a reason I’m on Monroe duty and a reason Maddox has assigned Iris to Matteo, Finnegan’s Bride, the son of the Mystic. It might have to do with the fact that Iris and Finnegan are dating and have been for a long time, or it might be because she’s deadly with a shotgun and Maddox thinks her skills are needed. If he and Cohen are as concerned about Fallon and the Mystics as they are about Monroe and the Amazons, then it makes sense.

That doesn’t stop me from wanting to stomp my foot and throw a fit like a child. “Okay,” I say miserably. “You have a point.”

She passes me the mug. “You want to talk about it?”

Yes, but I’m too embarrassed to admit how out of control things got last night. It’s expected for Broderick to sleep with Monroe. Not required, not after the consummation, but hardly something to raise eyebrows at. Even me sleeping with Monroe isn’t exactly against the rules. There aren’t any rules about fraternization with this group or this faction. We’re a close-knit group, and sometimes that means friendship, but there are plenty of people who have paired off over the years. Iris and Finnegan and Maddox and Cohen are just two examples of it.

But explaining that I got myself off while watching Broderick fuck Monroe, that I joined them in the bed and crossed so many lines? I can’t do it. It’s too messy. Iris and I are friends, and I won’t be able to stand if it she looks at me like I’m as out of line as I feel.

I try for a smile. “Maybe later.”

“Offer stands.” She shrugs. “We’re definitely swimming in the deep end now, aren’t we?”

“You can say that again.” My phone beeps, a reminder that Monroe and I need to leave now if we’re going to make it to Amazon territory on time.